No Time

Chapter 3

I had to practically sprint to the theatre in order to get there in time to practice, but lucky for me the theatre where I was preforming was just around the corner.

That's the amazing thing about Manhattan, one minute you're standing in the middle of a business building, starting an argument with the most petty, narcissistic and frustratingly attractive billionaire you've ever met, and the next you're walking down broadway on your way to preform in front of a full house.

Walking through the backstage entrance I was immediately filled with the same bubbling excitement that took over every time I preformed.

"Clara! I'm so glad you're here, just in time to run through all your songs," the director, Jonathan, greeted, getting down to business as usual.

"Should I make my way to stage now?" I asked.

"Feel free to go put your things down, but quickly! I need everyone down here as soon as possible," he said, turning to someone else to give them instructions.

I shook my head with a small smile and made my way up to my dressing room to put my things down before immediately heading to stage, purposely forgetting my script upstairs, If Jonathan saw anyone within ten feet of a script opening night he would throw a fit.

"Alright everybody lets go! Chop, chop!" Jonathan yelled grabbing everyones attention.

"Alrighty first we're gonna go trough the song immediately after Clara's character, Sadie, finds out that her boyfriend, Henry, is supposedly having an affair," Jonathan instructed.

Once the music started playing I listened for my entrance and when it came I  wasted no time in opening my mouth and singing the song perfectly, filling my voice with as much emotion I could.

Seven hours later rehearsal along with the actual performance was over, and the whole cast had received a standing ovation. Despite them all telling me the applause was for me I refused to take all of the credit.

With the performance over and everyone changed out of their costumes and into their formal attire the cast party was in full swing.

"CLARA!" I heard someone call from the other side of the room.

I turned my head to be greeted with the sight of Mrs. Whitlock dragging a very annoyed Jasper Crowley behind her.

"Hi!" I grinned wrapping her in a hug. "I'm so glad you could make it."

"Are you kidding!?" she exclaimed. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

"I thought you were coming with your husband?" I question, eyeing Mr. Crowley, who quickly looked away when I caught him staring at me.

"Oh yes, well unfortunately my husband is stuck home with the flu, so Jasper offered to come with me instead," she explained.

"By offered you mean I was dragged here against my will," he scoffed.

"Oh calm down, you enjoyed it," she scolded.

"I have work to do,"  He grumbled. "There's no time to sit and watch people talk on a stage when I get paid to listen to people during meetings."

"You'll have to excuse him," Mrs. Whitlock sighed. "He has anger issues."

"Oh no its fine," I assured her. "I have no time for moody men anyway."

I noticed Mr. Crowley giving me a hard glare, but luckily I was saved from his cruel words by one of my fellow cast members pulling me onto a table to give a toast.

"Excuse me everyone! I have a toast to make!" I yelled from the table, making everyone turn towards me.

"First off I want to thank our spectacular producer Jonathan, and our equally amazing director Blake, and of course the stage crew without you guys this whole cast would have fell apart and this theatre would've gone down in flames," at this a few of my fellow cast members chuckled and the people I just mentioned bowed their heads.